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February 2nd, 2006

in a beautiful place @ 09:55 am

on the edge of a forest

the sky is constantly vacillating between day and night
the light doesn't look like flashing
it's the soft cool of the moon and stars
it's the warmth of the sun

i'm barefoot in the grass

hear the sound of a small stream
walk over to it
into it
stand there a while
then climb up over the bank
to the other side
-- a thick forest
like red woods

i walk in a while
then lay down
and become translucent
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